Smelly Milana / Poo19's Bar for the Toilet Slave

Fall evenings can be quite melancholic, particularly when one misses their Mistresses dearly. That was the case for our beloved toilet slave, who had grown accustomed to the company of Mistress Victoria and Christina. However, due to illness and personal affairs, their meetings had become less frequent, leaving him feeling lost and alone. But then came a phone call from Christina herself: "Come over. I want to poop." The news filled him with excitement and anticipation. After all, it wasn't just any kind of visit; it was a trip to Christina's private bar for her toilet slave. When he arrived, he found Christina standing on a table, looking as majestic as ever. She was only half a meter away, her every detail visible to his adoring eyes - the delicate skin, the enticing breasts, and the alluring backside specially prepared for his pleasure. As he gazed upon her, he couldn't help but feel like a visitor to a bar or restaurant, ready to indulge in an indulgence that he alone was privy to. The scent of her impending defecation wafted through the air, causing his throat to tighten and his stomach to churn. It was a familiar scent, one that held both pleasure and pain. Pain, because sometimes eating her shit was no easy feat; it could be bitter, acidic, or just plain difficult to consume. But through it all, he knew that this sacrifice was worth it – it was his way of showing his devotion and his submission to her. Finally, she turned towards him, presenting him with the perfect view of her asshole. As it opened up before him, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight – the flower-like unfolding of her anus, a testament to her beauty and power. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled the potent scent of her impending bowel movement. It was strong and unmistakable, but to him, it was the sweetest fragrance in the world. For this was the moment he had been waiting for – the chance to consume his Mistress's most intimate and treasured possession. With anticipation and reverence, he watched as the first signs of her poop began to emerge from her rectum. It was like watching a spectacular sunrise, every inch revealing something new and breathtaking. As the poop slowly made its way down her intestines and onto the toilet paper, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. This was his privilege, his duty – to be present for this moment, to witness the miracle of life unfolding before his very eyes. When the time came, he braced himself for the bitterness and acidity that often accompanied her poops. But this time, it was different. Instead of the usual harsh taste, he was met with a surprising sweetness that filled his mouth and sent shivers down his spine. As he savored the taste of his Mistress's shit, he couldn't help but feel grateful – not just for the sustenance it provided, but for the connection it represented. Through this act of devouring her feces, he felt like he was becoming one with her, sharing in her intimacy and vulnerability in a way that few others ever could. When the meal was over, he felt filled not just physically, but emotionally as well. Once again, he had proven his devotion to his beloved Mistress by partaking in her most private act. And in that moment, as he gazed upon her magnificent form, he knew that no matter how infrequent their encounters might be, their bond would always remain strong.